jinhee isn’t a w o r k a h o l i c. he won’t get stuck in the tattoo studio any more second than he's supposed to be there. doesn’t have anything better in his opinion than going back to the shit out of his apartment and being locked in there. a l o n e. most nights, however, he won’t be able to achieve that in a proper way. sometimes he thinks that having given one of the copies of the key to his best friend was a mistake, but in his defense ----- he had done that just in case he lost his own copies, which happens very often, enough to make him snappish. it was no news to know that hansol didn’t know the meaning of "personal space", but who was jinhee really trying to fool ?? deep inside he worshiped to come to a warm, pleasant & vigorous apartment because of the younger's presence, but no matter how much he felt at h o m e when that happened, he still had a facade to keep up. ‘ you know .. even if i'm infatuated with the fact that you're bringing me dinner almost every night, saving some money that i don’t have, i'm so fucking tired of chicken. ’ he stares at the boxes in discomfiture, forcing an expression of pain to his face and leaning his head back on the couch. his words were only meant to irritate hansol as much as he could. ‘ let me buy you dinner next time, ‘kay ?? i'm missing seafood and i never thought i'd say it in my life. ’
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